Fetters are something what produced the effect. Something in what we hated to but been caught in the moment of our weakness our after we realized of getting into the trap. And now it's too late to resist. Is there any chance to find enough strength to break those fetters? Or maybe they are already broken but the countless bruises still reminding about themselves to the end? What will happen next? Every song is a step. The step of self- and feeligns- transmutation. As the saying goes : "There's a fine line between love and hate". And here's one of such stories. 

(Оковы - это то, что произвело на нас эффект. То, что на нас накинули, когда мы этого не хотели, когда поддались, или же только со временем поняли, что они есть. Теперь уж очень тяжело выбраться. Есть ли шанс найти в себе силы сломать их? Или же они уже сорваны, но синяки и остальные следы на руках остались и до конца не дают покоя? К чему же все это приведёт? Каждая песня - это шаг. Шаг собственного изменения и собственных чувств. Как говорится "от любви до ненависти"... И вот это одна из таких историй.)

Fetters

The Kiss Which You Are Worth

I Hung This Dirty Picture About Us In My Room

And the Mor will come to earth. Murderous lights will light up, dirty water will flow. The world is drowning in the torment it has brought upon itself. And it's all our fault. Everything that begins with the slightest, with cynicism, selfishness, indifference and hatred, leads to the destruction of the planet, wars, genocides. Is this the way Mother Earth raised us? Will there be those who will be able to save her? To save us all. Will we be able to do this? After all, there are only few seconds left. Unfortunately, the system awakens in people only one desire - not to create but to destroy.

Cwill Cwill

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